Chapter 11 Ten, you did nothing wrong

On September 13, 2011, the second day after arriving in Nepal, our group officially started a one-day tour of Kathmandu. The first stop: Durbar Square. Although I don’t believe the words in the travel brochure, but this time, there is The picture has the truth, and I put a photo of Durbar Square: in front of the temple made of red bricks, a local girl is feeding pigeons, behind the temple is blue sky and white clouds, and in front of the temple is a large open space. The car said that many people were frightened by the traffic jam in Kathmandu yesterday, but when everyone arrived at Durbar Square, all bad impressions will be improved.

We got off the car, entered the square, and stood in front of the temple gate in the photo. We sighed again: the temple is that temple, the sky is blue, and many little girls are feeding the pigeons. The atmosphere is indeed solemn and profound, but what is it? What's wrong, is it the wrong way for us to arrive, or is our heart not religious enough - why does it stink in here? There are many temples on the square. Racine said that in this small square, there are more than 50 temples, big and small, all of which are very old. Don’t do it, just basking in the sun. It is said that this scene is really good, but the smell is too cruel. Everyone has an expression of "can't say it" on their faces. Only Li Nuoxue smelled it for a while , and began to yell loudly: "Hey? Why is there a smell of floating feet? ... and pigeon droppings ... and what kind of smell ... what is it? ..."

Everyone began to follow Racine to visit in this strange smell. The whole visit process is as follows: pass through the crowd, stop in front of a temple, Racine introduces what temple it is, and the group of donkey friends starts to seize the shooting position and take out their cameras There was a burst of "clicking" shots, front and back, left and right, eaves steps, wide-angle close-ups, and even the orange peels on the ground. They all took pictures. After taking pictures, they retreated and checked the photos with the camera in their hands. At this time, it was time for the big sister group to consult , Racine was surrounded by four elder sisters, and answered their spiritual questions one by one: "Hey, what kind of Bodhisattva is enshrined in this temple?" "Hinduism is also very spiritual, right?" Bless our son next year's college entrance examination?" And so on, the sweat on Racine's forehead continued to flow, but he stuttered.

"I don't understand religion at all." Li Nuoxue said next to me, "I don't understand Shiva, Goddess, etc." I nodded and said so did I. "But it's fun, Sister Cheng, tell me, those locals who bask in the sun don't have to go to work? Today is Wednesday, right?" Indeed, at ten o'clock in the morning on Wednesday, these young men in their prime, all wearing flip-flops and big vests, just sitting on the high steps at the entrance of temples, is it meditation?It's not like, because as soon as the tourists come, they chat up passionately or look around. Some people don't make a sound and don't look at it, but it doesn't seem to be communicating with the Buddha. They just sit and look up. God, the mouth is still half open.

This Durbar Square can be regarded as the center of Kathmandu. It is of great significance, equivalent to the Palace Museum in Beijing. If in the Palace Museum, at ten o'clock every morning, there will be such a large number of young and middle-aged people gathered together, a whole row. Sitting in a row at the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, wearing vests, wearing slippers, doing nothing but looking up at the sky, scratching armpits from time to time—that picture is really unimaginable. Near noon, the temperature gradually increased. I went around in the square, and I have already seen about five or six temples. The sun is getting hotter and hotter. Because the stormtroopers are carrying equipment, men and women are sweating, and they are just visiting a temple. A few of them are also wearing hiking shoes and jackets. When they get close to them, they almost smell bad.

Racine originally wanted to take the time to take us to another temple, but he noticed that everyone looked a little lax, especially Li Ruoxue and Wang Can. Wang Can was provoking the ascetic monk at the entrance of the temple with his eyes, what else did he say? "Ah, stare at me", it's really ridiculous, how could someone like him be seen in the ascetic monk's clear world. Li Ruoxue is even more exaggerated. There are many Nepalese women in the square. They use a kind of yellow paint to draw patterns on the hands and arms of tourists. It is similar to one-time painting. Most of the patterns painted are religious pictures such as mandala. Asking for a blessing, but Li Nuoxue... She asked someone to draw a Rilakkuma on the back of her hand according to the photo on her phone.

When I returned to the hotel for lunch, the overall atmosphere at the dinner table was quite depressing. "What are the arrangements for the afternoon?" Wang Can asked Racine while pulling the fried rice in front of him with a look of disgust. "Afternoon? The afternoon arrangement is very rich. We will first visit the National Museum, where there are things of the royal family and things they used, and then we will go to the Temple of the Tooth - the God of Tooth can bless our teeth... Then we will Go to the Empress Dowager Temple, where..." "Where are there so many temples to see!" Wang Can interrupted Racine and pushed the plate forward, "Racine, is there something wrong with your arrangement?"

"Mr. Wang, no, that's not the case. Kathmandu originally had many temples. There are more temples than houses, and more Buddha statues than people. This, this is Kathmandu..." "Isn't that right? Tooth-returning gods? The gods here are quite divided into categories. Is there a temple for treating beriberi?" Racine may not understand what "beriberi" means, but he still understands the doubt and disdain in Wang Can's eyes. Racine was silent for a while, and said word by word: "Mr. Wang, please don't insult the people here. Temple, and Buddha, you just pass here, you don’t have to believe it, but don’t scold them.”

Racine's seriousness made Wang Can's face a little uneasy: "I will not participate in the afternoon schedule." Wang Can threw the spoon away, got up and walked out of the restaurant. The itinerary in the afternoon is almost the same as in the morning, see temples, take pictures, and smell. In the temple we visited, there is a temple dedicated to Ganesha, which is a bit interesting. Ganesha is the god of luck and wisdom. He also manages some wealth. He is the son of Shiva and Goddess Parvati. It took a lot of work to convince myself that "Shiva" was a man. The origin of Elephant God is a story that sounds a bit embarrassing to me: Shiva went out to practice and left his wife and children at home. He left for twenty years. When he came back twenty years later, he saw his wife Parva Ti was lying on the bed with a man, and Shiva was so angry that he cut off the head of the man on the bed without saying a word, and the wife suddenly collapsed: "You cut off your own son! After twenty years of walking, my son has grown up!"

Shiva is stupid, he played too much this time, what should we do?In a hurry, he chopped off the head of an elephant standing on the side of the road and put it on his son, so Shiva's son became half-human, half-elephant. Fortunately, this child has a big heart and is more optimistic. , The acceptance of new things is relatively high, and I don't feel that there is anything wrong with being an elephant head. I have an optimistic and honest personality, lively and cheerful, and everyone loves it. This story tells us: Don't watch other people's family disputes if you have nothing to do, and try to avoid even passing by.

There was no Wang Can in the team, and only Li Nuanxue and I were left idle. When everyone crowded into the Parvati Temple to see the statue of Shiva and his wife, Li Nuanxue and I stayed in the nearby Queen Mother Temple Above, prepare to rest for a while. This temple is the best place to bask in the sun in the entire Durbar Square. The temple is piled up by nine high steps, and the view is very good when sitting on it. Li Nuoxue sat next to me, with a tired face: She was captured by stormtroopers again this afternoon. Those guys used Li Nuoxue as a temporary charging station. She basically had no spare time on her shoulders. , Carrying the tripod for others for a while, when the big sister group took a group photo, they also used her as the designated photographer, taking pictures endlessly one by one. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I persuaded her to rest here with me for a while. Now Li Nuoxue still doesn't understand that only selfishness is the premise of self-love--I was like her many years ago. "You didn't come here just to see the temple and the Buddha, so why did you come to Nepal? It's not much fun, right?" We sat on the steps, looking down at the square, and I said to Li Rexue. "I came to Nepal because it is the cheapest country. I can't afford to go to other countries, and I don't dare to travel freely." Li Nuoxue answered me honestly. "Then you can wait a little longer, save more money, and go to a good place." Li Nuoxue shook his head: "I just... just want to find a place to hide, as far as I can go..." Li Lengxue's face was dark: "Last week, I broke up with my boyfriend. I was not sad, but I just couldn't understand it. I didn't understand why. I watched movies and acted in it. Once we broke up, both of us would find a place to relax. I also Want to try." If you are broken up, you are not devastated, you just can't understand, so what kind of breakup is this?I'm not ashamed to ask this, in the land of the gods, I'd better put away my heart of gossip. "Sister Cheng, you have been to so many places, you must have a lot of knowledge and a good brain, can I tell you why my boyfriend broke up with me? You can analyze it for me." I nodded desperately, God, this is what she wanted to say on her own initiative. "Just last week, my boyfriend and I made an appointment to go to the mall together. He said he wanted to buy his mother a birthday present. Then I went to the mall that day. He hadn't arrived yet. This person is always late. I'm used to it. Yes, later, I waited at the door for more than ten minutes, but no one came yet. I just wanted to go into the mall and wait, and I happened to see a blood donation car parked next to me, so I thought, anyway, waiting is waiting, and How about going to donate blood, the air conditioner is still blowing, I went up, got a needle, and started to draw blood. When the donation was almost over, he arrived, and I said on the phone: "You can find me on the blood donation cart." ' "When he came up to look for me, I just finished drawing the 400cc bag of blood, so I pointed to the bag and said, 'Look, I've been waiting for you for a bag of blood!' I feel very proud, But he didn't say anything, and his face was ugly, as if he had just had his blood drawn." Hearing this, I was a little dizzy, as if I had already seen the bag of blood poked in front of me: "Then what happened next?" "Later, we both went to the shopping mall. When we entered the shopping mall, he still didn't speak. Later, when we walked to the counter selling bird's nest, he bought a box of bird's nest. I also thought it would be good to buy bird's nest for his mother, but, He stuffed the bird's nest into my hand and said: "You take this, go back and mend it, let's do this first, calm down." Then he left me alone in the shopping mall, turned around and left up. "Later, I called him, and he only said that I put him under too much pressure, and didn't explain anything else. Sister Cheng, why are you talking about it? I really don't understand." After listening to Li Nuoxue's breakup story, I also felt that my understanding was kidnapped. In a trance, I could see the pale expression on Li Nuoxue's ex-boyfriend's face when he finished reading the bag of blood. The pressure of the bag of blood makes it impossible to go shopping in this mall. Unlike the mentality of watching jokes after listening to Wang Can's story, Li Ruoxue's story made me feel a little distressed. "You really ran to donate blood because you were bored waiting? Wasn't it out of anger?" "Really, I just thought at the time, anyway, waiting is waiting, so I just go to smoke a tube by the way, and don't need to pick a special time to show love." I don't know how to comfort Li Nuoxue. "Actually, there are many things I can't figure out at work. I always thought that I was very popular, but one day, my colleagues were chatting in the tea room, and I accidentally overheard them. I was trying to get closer to them on purpose. One of my colleagues who got along with me the most said: "Li Meiling is actually quite scary. She always brings me breakfast. She must be trying to trick me. Otherwise, why would she be so courteous?" Actually, I am Because she once said that the buns I brought were delicious, and the bun shop is just downstairs from my house, so I bought them for her by the way." In the world, there are single-celled organisms like Li Rexue. They thought it was a good thing, so they did it. After it was done, how others thought and how to accept it was not in her consideration——I suddenly understood why I I like Li Rexue a little bit, because when I was in my early twenties, I was also such a single-celled creature, and I did such stupid things as Li Rexue. When I just graduated, I worked part-time in a company run by a senior sister. This senior sister is someone I cherish very much. I feel that I am her best friend. I am a character who Wen Ke listens to her and Wu Ke protects her. I showed my loyalty to her unremittingly, and I also imagined how important my existence was in her world, until—until one day, the senior sister invited me to the office and told me very seriously, Xiao Cheng, I need You are an employee, not a friend, and I don't like the way you talk to me sometimes. After that, I experienced many times of self-righteousness, and I gradually realized that my behavior was useless except to create misunderstandings. There is nothing you want, but in the eyes of the other party, it is just an unreasonable storm. They are looking forward to it passing quickly. You give all your trust, admiration, and love to a person. If the other party does not cherish you , or there is no equal relationship between you, then your dumping behavior will only increase the pressure on the other party - even in the eyes of the other party, this is your unilateral, irresponsible, emotional Defecate anywhere. "Sister Cheng, what do you think I should do? Is there something wrong with me?" I looked at Li Nuoxue's sad face, and I didn't plan to tell the truth about it. In fact, even if I said it, it might not be useful. One day, when Li Nuoxue decided to do something based on his intuition and impulse, he would She starts to consider other people's opinions, she will start to weigh her own interests, and at that time, she will begin to have the ability not to do stupid things, and become a smart person who lives in a normal world, hello and I will be polite. But then, too, she'd start to play it safe, and start losing all the fun of running amok. That day will always come, and no one can avoid it. A person's emotional capacity is limited. When we are still young, we spend the rest of our lives on the spur of the moment, so we don't have to worry about it. . I looked at Li Rexue's clean eyes. Not far away, the setting sun was shrouded in smoke and slowly descending. In the surrounding temples, evening bells rang one after another. "Sister Cheng?" Li Nuoxue stared at me questioningly. "You've done nothing wrong," I decided to answer her. After today's trip was over, I left the main force and returned to the hotel, ready to wash my face and go out for dinner by myself. As soon as I stepped into the hotel's shabby small garden, I saw Wang Can, whom I hadn't seen all afternoon. In a corner of the small garden, there was a tattered trampoline, and Wang Can was jumping on it, talking on the phone while jumping, shouting hoarsely: "...What a fucking broken itinerary!... (flying to the sky) ...Hello? Hello? I said I can't take it anymore, you hurry up and help me find a way!... Come and enjoy it!..." I looked up and watched Wang Can being bounced up and down, His body twisted strangely in mid-air to maintain his balance. At the same time, he was still able to swear on the phone. The stupa was not far away, quietly witnessing the scene of human beings flying into the sky. After Wang Can's phone call, he bounced with his back to me, lying on the trampoline, motionless, tired like a dead dog, turned around, and saw me as a loyal audience. Embarrassed, Wang Can immediately got off the trampoline and said while putting on his shoes, "Damn, what a broken signal here." In our tour group, it is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. In a Newari-style restaurant, the chef with a simple smile stood quietly beside me, waiting for me to try dishes-I am now in Kathmandu, Nepal, a place closest to heaven in spirit. I lightly cut open a local fried food called "MOMO". The first time I cut it, it was full of aroma. It is a pure vegetable oil mixed with aroma, which hits my childhood memories. It is also just vegetables and flour. It is deep-fried, but Nepalese MOMO is different from the plumpness of Japanese tempura, or the charm of Chinese spring pancakes. Nepalese MOMO is more like a national beauty hidden in the mountains. It's not amazing, but it's enough to make you fall in love with every step of the way, because the taste is related to childhood. In the evening of childhood, the smell of the neighbor's fried fish and fried eggs, mixed together, is the taste of this MOMO. "You make me homesick," I said to the young chef. The chef smiled slightly: "Then do you want some soup? I will try my best to make it delicious, so delicious that you will forget your hometown." Fortunately, I came to Nepal, in fact, I would like to stay in this paradise forever. After writing this last sentence on the computer, I didn't even want to read it from beginning to end, so I put it in the mailbox and sent it to the editor-in-chief. Tomorrow is the due date of this column. Putting down the computer, I walked into the bathroom, washed my face, and looked at myself in the mirror, suddenly a little out of focus.